Maizie

I have been writing since I was little and will someday be an author. I hope everyone enjoys my writing and hope to change the world one day. Email: maizie.edwards24@gmail.com

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Maizie

I have been writing since I was little and will someday be an author. I hope everyone enjoys my writing and hope to change the world one day. Email: maizie.edwards24@gmail.com

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Inter-Organ Convo

Maizie

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“Time to wake up!” Left Brain said.

“No! Let us sleep in longer!” Right Brain exclaimed.

“We gotta get moving if we want a head start today!”

“You mean, _you_ want a head start for today.”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one who wanted to stay up half past midnight, now, did I?”

“Let me sleep in!”

“No!”

“What’s with all the yelling? I’m _tired_….” Heart groaned.

“H...

Humour

Drama

Ten Little Children….

Maizie

1 min read

Ten little children hate the food

All of them had the same old mood

They talked big and acted rude

Mom and Dad stood up and ask for two.

Two go in, and one comes out

Still the children choose to pout

Now there are nine children,

One is beaten, the other no longer shouts.

Dad tells the children,

“Now now, young ones, we worked hard

To give you bread & lard…unless, of course,

You’d rather starve.”...

Poetry

Horror

There’s Always Purpose

Maizie

1 min read

**_The lights go out

_****_I’m all alone

Abandoned, unfixed,

I feel like an old bone

One person comes

Then another

Nobody bothers to replace me

Nobody bothers to check on me

Food crumbs fall on me

Milk absorbs into the cracks

Dirt doesn’t escape

And the bugs eat through me for the food that is placed

I creak and break

I lost my color

My nails get loose

And yet nobody replaces me

Suddenly, no...

Poetry

Sculpting Life

Maizie

1 min read

The clay was to become something important

Something diligent, something punctilious

The sculptor’s piece…it should be smooth

It should be art

That’s the beauty of sculpting, isn’t it?

How you can stare at it and talk about it?

Wonder why the sculptor picked such a thing to make

There are certain aspects to sculpting

The material you use

The techniques

The elements….

Many sculptors use this t...

Poetry

Imaginary Friend

Maizie

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I don’t remember what happened before it all happened. All I can say is…I think I died. I remember waking up in a room; at first, I thought it was empty. But I was wrong. When I turned around, a little girl was smiling at me.

“Would you like to join me for tea?” She asked, her eyes were as wide as they could be and she looked exhausted. She almost looked like a—puppet?

“Uhh, no, t...

Mystery

Drama

Living In A Bubble

Maizie

1 min read

She grew up living in a bubble

She always believed she wasn’t subtle

All her life, she had been troubled

Sometimes she steps out of her shell

Other times, she can’t seem to be so well

Her tears are quiet and her smile is not swell

She often wonders if she’s anything at all

She never is with friends

And she can never seem to blend in with the crowd

She often asks what is wrong with her

She often...

Poetry

She’s All That

Maizie

1 min read

She tucked in her belly and pulled her white socks all the way up, her hair had to be straight with no hair out of place, her teeth had to look as white and as straight as they could possibly be, and her posture had to be just right.

This wasn’t anyone else asking her to do these things. This was simply her choice. She wanted to make sure her grades were all A’s and no B’s. She had to be good at...

Understanding A Poem

Maizie

1 min read

Poetry is one of those things that you can read but you don’t always understand it.

There are metaphors, hyperboles, and idioms, which is three out of a dozen other figurative language.

We often hate what we don’t understand.

Why?

It’s because we all want something to control.

We _fear_ what we don’t have control over.

With poetry, you might read that one line that you still don’t understand wha...

Poetry

The Purple Notebook

Maizie

1 min read

How can something so small take up so much space in my heart?

I remember getting a notebook that would be no big deal for some people

But to me, it’s one of the best things I could’ve ever bought

The notebook I still use today is purple and sure, it’s falling apart

But it means more to me than anyone will ever know….

I’ve decorated it a bit and wrote stories and poems

I accidentally ripped som...

Poetry

A Probity Feather

Maizie

1 min read

Her soul is like a dark tunnel

She feels she can’t escape her bubble

She doesn’t believe she’s the missing piece

To a puzzle

Her trust for others is gone forever

She feels like she is a worthless treasure

She feels weak just like a feather

She feels she does not matter

All night long, she wonders who she is

All night long, she wonders why she isn’t enough

All night long, she wonders if anyone st...

Poetry